On this day last year…7/31/15…I walked out of my city courthouse as a divorced woman. My relationship with my vanilla husband had finally drawn to a close. It was a doomed relationship from the start.
We both were dysfunctional addicts when we met. I had just split up with my first D-type after 10+ years, a few years casually dating and 7 years of cohabitation. I was a wreck…and my vanilla ex was my rebound. A rebound that i just happened to marry. I knew on my wedding day that the union would end in divorce. It’s all I knew, being a child of divorce myself. And I perpetuated the cycle.
I became pregnant with my first son 10 days after the wedding. My firstborn, my Bear, is my savior. His younger brother, Pup, is my joy.
After 7 years of marriage to their biological father, I was finally free of him. I was free to be myself again. My relationship with Daddy was completely unhindered by that technicality of law. Daddy moved in with us in March of this year. He’s been here for about 6 months now.
This has been the best year of my life so far…and things are only getting better.